Men discharged the wastes of the hospital kitchen into the crap-house drain and as soon as they left the crowd of perchers until then making a point like hunting dogs dashed to the drain. They pushed each other off, shovelled fish floats and scale with their hands and greedily consumed. The final of that scene stuck in my memory. Professor Kolchanov is on all fours on low stumbled grass he is vomiting with his whole body shaking... After the vomit spasm is over, he rakes the casting from the ground and consumes it again...
«Aha! So you have seen the cream of our intelligentsia!» Poroshin said scoffingly said when I told this at work.